Intro/hook (x16):

Its lik dat yall

Verse 1: dray, books

Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it
Well check it out yall, its the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the
Freak up
If niggas got some beef then *? goget? * boy had better speak up
Cos Im rippin this, my styles ridiculous, look how I word it
These niggas couldnt tell us they were jealous but I heard it
When they came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
They tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken
For that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to philly
I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly
Cos youre bluffin like youre rougher, enough of that crap
Just meet me on the stage and lets see who can really rap
Cos if you really wanna battle, well thatd be the spot
So now I pass the mic so that my nigga books can rock

Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy
If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a doosey
Then Im up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise
For the roughnecks and gs, Im swingin somethin but the function
Kid, I amp up, recamp up, bust a hit squad stamp up
Do your [fuckin] vest up just to make a mess, umm
2-1 - use to run it wild with the youngn
The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where Im from n
Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin
Since Im livin rough I gots ta give it up to brooklyn
Crews can kiss it up the garden with that work, Im just the dirt
Until its time for me to split, chill, I got to murd....

Hook (x16)

Verse 2: dray, skoob

Yeah yeah
Well comin back, its like Im eenie meenie, none of yall can see me
Cos yo Im disapearin, reappear like Im a genie
Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, its just a warning
Cos I could I go for mayor, to peer like ? ? ? ?
Im wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like its a tumor
I roll with pmd, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour
Yall can never stop my flow cos yo there aint nobody looser
My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call medusa
When I wreck [shit] Im on some neck [shit] because Im quicker, son
I run thru rappers like my name was harry dickerson
Now aint that a bitch, I switched up my pitch
So you can stay real kid, but ima stay rich

Aight, I kicks my style from brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test this
So Im sendin em to the showers by the powers that I invested in
The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a phony
Ass backwards like crab, cheese and macaroni
Good grief, some try to rock it, g, they need to knock it itoff
They must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they dropped was sitoft
For worse or better, kid, I never let another serve me
Ill get flyer than that 23 on mr.jordans jersey
Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they spit up
The night that they was [fuckin] theys lookin for some skins to hit up
Now I wait for solid scheme to bring the beat back
Cos its like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that
1-2

Hook to fade

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